The Magical Emporium  

 There are some places where magnificent things happen. The Magical Emporium was like that.  

Even though at Christmas, The Magical Emporium had ordinary Christmas lights like a rainbow. Even though, the brightly coloured metal toy cars look like regular toy cars. Even though, you could smell typical freshly baked chewy chocolate chip cookies. Even though, you could hear day –to – day Disney songs played on the music system. Even though, the displays were piled high with standard pastel rainbow teddy bears. 

But the Emporium was not humdrum. It was magical.  

Chapter 1 – Through the Door  

Elizabeth had always been curious. One sunny afternoon, she was walking down Kings Road on her way to her sister’s house. When she was there at her sister’s house, she saw something unusual. At the top of the stairs, she did not know what it was, but she thought it would lead to something or somewhere. She told her sister that she saw something unusual. Her sister looked around, but she could not see anything. Her sister thought she was crazy. Elizabeth stormed upstairs to her bedroom and just a moment later she heard something in the corner of her bedroom. Elizabeth gently opened the door. The door was shaped like a unicorn horn, and she saw the same thing as before, it was the shape of an elf. She fainted!!!  then she woke up and opened another door on   that the side of the door, there was another door and without thinking, she opened that door to find lots of unicorns. There was one type of unicorn that had no horn, no colour and the other unicorns would not play with her.  

Chapter 2- a Warning Disobeyed 

“My name is Peyton Fallon,” she said, looking at Elizabeth   until she shifted from one side to another, feeling uncomfortable. “This is my market. Do you love it?” Elizabeth could not say a single word. “Here is my book of wonder. You are   safe to look   round my market however you can’t   touch the book!” 

A minute later, Miss Peyton Fallon had disappeared with a flash of her long, black dress, behind a   screen and Elizabeth were alone. She realized that she had been holding her breath. She had meant to continue looking round the market but   there was something about the book that called to her. She had a hunch that something was forbidden about the book. She looked round the screen and could just see down a long, clear passage which had least a    thousand. Where do they all lead, she wondered? 

 Swing back, she opened the book. Each page contained a different idea for some magnificent world. There were drawings and notes about megalopolis, 8 townships, neighbourhoods, firmaments, jungles, homesteads, desolations, sea boats, mountaintops and furthermore. In each area there were astonishment beyond imagining. 

The next thing Elizabeth realizes, there was a rainbow pen in her hand, and she was   designing a jungle and instead the jungle there was a palace, and, through the bay window, she withdraws the layout of the one thing that she hoped for greatest of all. 

“This way,” said the wolf. Elizabeth closed the book and, without really thinking, followed. The wolf sprint down the passageway until it came to the one entrance that had been original painted. It stood in the carpet, put its head to one side and tapped on the entrance with its prow. Elizabeth grasped exactly what she was supposed to do. Elizabeth opened the entrance and entered.     

 Chapter 3- Through the Door 

 It was a charming crystal palace with flowers in the greenhouse and cyclamen flourishing up against the fence and surrounding the window. The gate was accessible and without really thinking about it, Elizabeth stepped. Inside, her heart pounding enthusiastically, the palace had everything that Elizabeth could wish for: a warm living room with a couch and firewood flaming brightly; a larger kitchenette with ultramarine ancient plates and a venerable cooker; a table that was set for four with a boiling. Elegant Sadler vintage teapot: and a plate of crisp   chocolate chip cookies prepared to be consumed. 

“Bonjour,’ called Elizabeth, wondering if anyone else was there. But she was met by silence. She made her way up the stairs to a darkened landing. There was no one in either bedroom though the beds were made up with rainbow blanket and comfortable cushion. For a minute, Elizabeth wondered if Elizabeth had stepped straight toward the story of the three bears! 

Elizabeth had thrown within her drawing a wish and it did not seem as if that was going to come true. There was no hint that a man lived there. Elizabeth had never met her pa, but she was convinced that he was not there. It did not   feel right. Suddenly she heard it. 

Something downstairs; something moving, and it was not exactly using footsteps. It was unfamiliar   crawing sound accompanied by a little whistle. She stared down the stairs, plucked up audacity and nosedive step-by-step, trying to conduct quite soundless. She   paused and gaped round the door into the kitchen. Not a think moved. Only the steam from the teapot still drifted.  

 A minute later, she heard the sound again. Circling round, she squeezes the relaxing chamber entrance open. preposterous   cranium; and acute clapperclaw appendage the landscape. There was no hesitation this time. Elizabeth propels the palace entrance open and     as fast as her legs could carry her, she sped. Back up the pathway, through the jungle and towards where the entrance had been.  

But there was nothing there. Nothing that is except for more jungle, outstretch unlimited on, darkening with penumbra and shapes and vague silhouettes that moved without meaning.”  come back,” whistled a sound beyond her! 

Elizabeth did not know who’s voice it was but she wished it was her pa’s voice because when she was a kid, Elizabeth’s parents would argue every single day, but they didn’t not know that they were arguing in front of their daughter. One day they decided to separate and Elizabeth was disheartened when she heard the shocking news. That why she hoped it was her pa and guess what it… was her pa!

Go and open the blue entrance. 

Maybe, there is a gas flame burning like a sheep-shaped blue cloud. 

Go and open the pink entrance. 

Maybe, you’ll see bananas flying above the stars. 

Go and open the red entrance. 

Maybe, you’ll see strawberry ice cream in the chilly ice cream shop. 

Go and open the orange entrance. 

Maybe you’ll see marmalade goldfish swimming through the sapphire ocean. 

In the room of trees, 

the leaves are as green as an apple. 

In the room of sun, 

the sun is as warm as a hot chocolate. 

In the room of clocks, I watched the time tick past. 

In the room of leaves,   

when I wake up, I feel that I am surrounded with crunching sounds as they fall from the trees. 

In the room of the bell, when I hear the bell 

I feel like dancing with ringing of the bell.